a sun/3 books/an orchard

This poem is written by Kari Sonde, one of Spicy‘s Guest Contributors. Kari is a writer based in New York and presses flowers for fun.

blood is the original frank’s red hot
the original sin was nothing but hunger

using or being used?

consumption of an apple doesn’t shorten the digestive tract
nor does it prove humanity in its shame

poor weighted fruit

peaches grow right on the branch
snuggled and soft

its childish rosy being [nestled]
carries through processing and

onto taste buds
therefore tongues whip peach back out
into something sweeter and loved

i didn’t know until last weekend
that peach fuzz is splinters that

prickle my lips


Image courtesy of Nikki Freyermuth